Later.—­Oh, it did me good to see the way that these brave men worked.  How can women help loving men when they are so earnest, and so true, and so brave!  And, too, it made me think of the wonderful power of money!  What can it not do when basely used.  I felt so thankful that Lord Godalming is rich, and both he and Mr. Morris, who also has plenty of money, are willing to spend it so freely.  For if they did not, our little expedition could not start, either so promptly or so well equipped, as it will within another hour.  It is not three hours since it was arranged what part each of us was to do.  And now Lord Godalming and Jonathan have a lovely steam launch, with steam up ready to start at a moment’s notice.  Dr. Seward and Mr. Morris have half a dozen good horses, well appointed.  We have all the maps and appliances of various kinds that can be had.  Professor Van Helsing and I are to leave by the 11:40 train tonight for Veresti, where we are to get a carriage to drive to the Borgo Pass.  We are bringing a good deal of ready money, as we are to buy a carriage and horses.  We shall drive ourselves, for we have no one whom we can trust in the matter.  The Professor knows something of a great many languages, so we shall get on all right.  We have all got arms, even for me a large bore revolver.  Jonathan would not be happy unless I was armed like the rest.  Alas!  I cannot carry one arm that the rest do, the scar on my forehead forbids that.  Dear Dr. Van Helsing comforts me by telling me that I am fully armed as there may be wolves.  The weather is getting colder every hour, and there are snow flurries which come and go as warnings.

Later.—­It took all my courage to say goodbye to my darling.  We may never meet again.  Courage, Mina!  The Professor is looking at you keenly.  His look is a warning.  There must be no tears now, unless it may be that God will let them fall in gladness.

JONATHAN HARKER’S JOURNAL

30 October, night.—­I am writing this in the light from the furnace door of the steam launch.  Lord Godalming is firing up.  He is an experienced hand at the work, as he has had for years a launch of his own on the Thames, and another on the Norfolk Broads.  Regarding our plans, we finally decided that Mina’s guess was correct, and that if any waterway was chosen for the Count’s escape back to his Castle, the Sereth and then the Bistritza at its junction, would be the one.  We took it, that somewhere about the 47th degree, north latitude, would be the place chosen for crossing the country between the river and the Carpathians.  We have no fear in running at good speed up the river at night.  There is plenty of water, and the banks are wide enough apart to make steaming, even in the dark, easy enough.  Lord Godalming tells me to sleep for a while, as it is enough for the present for one to be on watch.  But I cannot sleep, how can I with the terrible danger hanging over my darling, and her going out into that awful place . . .